1. Brandon: Sudden Realization


    Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Neversoft, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I followed Janice down the hallway of her rented, two-bedroom modular home. That's what it's called when you or someone you know, lives in one. Trailer is so white trash. Her slender figure, accentuated by the work clothes she still wore, was enough to elevate my heart rate a little. She was slightly taller than my five-foot-eight frame, but that just afforded me more leg. Wearing a standard pair of her black pantyhose and a skirt that only stretched a third of the way down her thigh, I was on autopilot to ecstasy island. Pausing, on the threshold of the bedroom, she commenced to slowly raising her left foot up her right calf. Through the moderately opaque hosiery, I could see Janice's muscles tighten under the strain of her body weight. Carving and sculpting, my eyes traced from the back of her knee, down the elongated oval of her toned leg, to the strong, yet delicate ankle. She spread the toes on her left foot as she continued to draw me in with its motion, up and down. I became flush from anticipation and the fact that Janice knew my weakness for her legs. Without my ever having confessed this tidbit, she had adeptly noticed my fondness. I did prefer when she fancied wearing leggings of some sort, but beggars can't be choosers and quite frankly, I was always chasing the orgasm. My orgasm. While lost in my trance, I failed to notice Janice remove the elastic hair tie, freeing her ponytail. She dropped her foot for balance so that she could shake her head, letting her ...
    hair loose and free. The dirty brown, shoulder length locks were thin and straight. An obscure clue to the life Janice had led. Crossing the threshold, she threw the hair elastic into a bowl of other elastics, that lived on her dresser. Quickly turning her attention to unbuttoning her blouse. Following her cue, I began to undress as well. Only I chose to take my blue jeans off first. The bulging pressure from my groin was becoming unbearable. Once I dropped my pants, I removed my socks and t-shirt, leaving me standing in my boxer shorts. My cock was pointing at Janice like I was water dowsing for her pussy. I took a moment to check in on Janice's progress. Much to my delight, she stood waiting for me. She hadn't removed her pantyhose, yet. But that was all she had left on. Again, asserting her knowledge, of my almost fetish level affection, that is to her advantage. Looking into her eyes and about her facial features, I could see the road map of a tortured soul. She was 27, going on 52. Visually anyway. Dark and sunken eyes. They were brown, almost black. The left one was slightly off center. To the right, toward her nose. There was also a three inch scar, along the outer edge of her left orbital bone. Not one for applying make-up, tonight was no different. She didn't smile often, either. At least, not a smile that would show her teeth. She had never learned proper hygiene as a child. Growing up, she got into trouble with alcohol and drug use. Brushing her teeth was never the ...
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